No Edge

I cannot describe to you the reasons I love the following poem so much. There aren't enough words in any language, let alone English, to do the job. This poem gives me so much hope in my existence, yet reminds me so readily of responsibility weighing down on me... The feelings I have for this poem are as undefinable as the expanse of the universe.

The Red Wheelbarrow
by William Carlos Williams

so much depends
upon

a red wheel
barrow

glazed with rain
water

beside the white
chickens.

Driving at Night with Neither Eye on the Road

As the sun fades under the horizon, the moon and the stars appear to take its place.  One by one, they break through the twilight and speckle the sky. These shimmering dots shine down on the countryside, serving some as a guide, serving others as a symbol of deity. Closer to the city, the stars fight for brilliancy as the muted film of the city lights reaches up and forces the stars back into the darkness. Yet one remains, constant and twinkling; solid, as if pasted, tacked, and pinned through to the end of the universe.